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God created me to be a warrior. A protector. A champion of those who are helpless. A Deborah. A female David. I have prayed about it often over the years and I understand; but, like David, there is an inner child and a woman who wishes she could be as vulnerable as other women are seemingly permitted to be. There are days when I would rather be championed than a champion. While I know that Christ, Himself, is MY Champion, I still have my moments. Maybe being reminded of one's vulnerabilities is a good thing though. The beginning of a certain wisdom.
Enough whining... *picks up her sword and walks on*
Your post reminds me of part of the lyrics to this song called 'Bravest Face'...
Though we might have precious little
It's still precious
I like that song about this wonderful world
It's got a sunny point of view
And sometimes I feel it's true
At least for a few of us
I like that world, it makes a wonderful song
But there's a darker point of view
But sadly just as true
For so many among us
In the sweetest child there's a vicious streak
In the strongest man there's a child so weak
In the whole wide world there's no magic place
So you might as well put on your bravest face
In the softest voice there's an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes there's a soul so young
In the shakiest will there's a core of steel
On the smoothest ride there's a squeaky wheel